There was a 15-minute delay to the commencement of Nightfall on the occasion of this review, with an actor delayed on public transport. Sadly that delay was all too short, as what followed was a play that promised so much but delivered little more than poorly performed pretensions.
The touring production of War Horse at the Festival Theatre is involving, emotional, visually spectacular and every bit as good as you have probably heard.
Love, we know, will tear us apart again. And again. And yet again. It will shred our nerves and rip through our guts; it will fill us with anguish, and then douse us in regrets.
New drama about our desire for a simpler life is intriguing, but its ending is a bit flawed.
With three Olivier Nominations just announced, Florian Zeller’s modern French masterpiece The Father and its remarkable insight into the effects of Alzheimer’s Disease makes a four-week return to the West End. Translated by Christopher Hampton, himself unrivalled in capturing the nuances of French prose for an English audience, this one-act journey thrusts us into the world of the ageing André, whose mind has succumbed to the ravages of the disease.